The Salem Princess

Chapter 13 : Flower

West Salem, Mebraah Mansion, seven o'clock in the morning.

"Shalalala~" Dyvette hummed cheerfully, this morning she felt more energetic than the previous mornings.

Lucas was practicing in the backyard, while Vivian was busy in the kitchen with the other maids.

She picked several types of flowers to decorate her room. She will also make a wreath to put on Laila's grave. Laila is buried in the garden behind the mansion. Inside a greenhouse containing various types of flowers from around the world.

Dyvette loved collecting flowers, she even had plans to open her own flower shop. But since her mother's death, she has buried that plan. Her mother's company was far more important than her dream little shop.

She sat in the greenhouse, there was a long white wooden bench, after she put the bouquet she sat down in a daze. The morning sun made the place look even more beautiful.

"Mom, how are you today? I'm fine. I also finished my performance at prince Ankhamun's wedding." Dyvette went back to remembering the events of that night.

"I met another handsome prince, he was kind and polite. You know mom, he has the same eyes as me, is it a coincidence? Or are we destined to meet?" she smiled imagining Fatih's face.

"I gave him our address, I really hope you are still around, you will definitely support me, right?" she sighed looking at the tombstone that didn't move, she smiled.

"I hope you sleep peacefully, mom. I'm fine, I can take care of myself, I'll also try to be gentler. And, I'm not lonely, there's Lucas and Vivian who always accompany me. I'll go first okay , I love you mom."

Dyvette wiped her teary eyes, got up and left her mother's final resting place. Her tears were still falling as she closed the glass door.

* * * * *

Weeks had passed since Ankhamun's wedding, Dyvette had no time to grieve anymore. She is busy with her work and private classes. She wants to learn a foreign language so that she can more easily communicate with colleagues from abroad, like her mother.

"Miss, finish your breakfast first." Vivian said after seeing that Dyvette was in such a hurry and didn't finish her meal.

"I'm going to be late, bring me some to the office for lunch." she replied after getting up from the dining table.

"Okay, be careful. Cheer up!" shouted Vivian, Dyvette raised her hand to signal that she would do it.

Lucas was waiting in the car, today he was driving. As soon as Dyvette entered he stepped on the gas.

This morning's meeting went smoothly, Darius led very well. He asked Dyvette for her opinion on what if employee bonuses were increased because this month's sales increased by three times from last month. And Dyvette agreed.

"I'd like to see a new design for next season as soon as possible, make sure the comfort inside first before the outside. That's all for today. Good luck." Darius closes tightly.

Darius is married, his first daughter is only nine months old. He is very authoritative and hardworking. Darius really values ​​honesty, he hates lazy employees the most. He highly values ​​professionalism and order.

Everyone respected him, and so did Dyvette. Even though they are only one year apart, she still respects him and calls him senior.

***

Dyvette massaged her dizzy forehead, she was reading the letters received this morning. Checking them one by one, occasionally she gave her autograph there.

Knock knock..... Someone knocked on the door.

"Enter."

That's Vivian. She brought lunch for Dyvette. She frowned when she saw Vivian who also brought a large bouquet of flowers and put it on the table.

"A post from someone, don't know from whom, I didn't read it." Vivian explained before Dyvette asked.

"Flowers from someone?" Dyvette stood and looked at the flower. She smelled it, it smelled great.

There was a piece of paper tucked away, she took it and read it silently.

Hello... Peace be with you.

White roses, I immediately pictured your face when I saw it. Miss Dyvette, do you remember me?

I'm on some business in Kadesh for the next three days. Can we meet? If there's time, I'd like to pick you up for dinner. Have a nice day.

Your acquaintance.

FAF

Dyvette racked her brains hard.

"FAF?"

"Who's the flower from?" ask Vian

"FAF he said."

"Is that an acronym?"

"Don't know. Wait."

Vivian looked at her curiously, after realizing it, Dyvette's face immediately turned red.

"Fatih Al-Farishi?"

Vivian's eyes widened at that.

"Miss, since when did you have a relationship with the prince of that country next?"

"You know him?"

"Of course, his family was discussed in history class when I was in school." she replied with an enthusiastic face.

"Really? I didn't know there were them in history class."

In the past, Dyvette didn't go to public school, she went to private school at home because her mother didn't want her to mingle with the crowd and hear a lot of stories that she shouldn't know.

"He's the sole heir, the only son of Sultan Assad. My God.. I didn't think our lady had anything to do with him." instead it was Vivian who was giggling with joy while Dyvette was still very calm.

"What are you talking about, Vian. ​​I don't have that kind of relationship with Prince Fatih." she argued, but her face was already red with embarrassment.

"Ahhh, how come he sends flowers if there's no relationship? Or maybe he likes you? Just accept it, don't miss this diamond opportunity."

"Aww..." Vivian groaned as Dyvette smacked her head, softly.

"Oops already, that can be discussed later. I still have a lot of work to do. Huss huss there go~, thanks for bringing me lunch, I'll eat it later."

Vivian pursed her lips. "Okay~.. Our Salem Princess hasn't changed either. Hufft..." she said in a contrived tone of resignation.

Does Fatih really like me? She thought. After Vivian left, Dyvette kissed the flower again. She blushed..

* * * * *

Kadesh Palace

"Your face is very sour, not enough ration?" said Fatih when he saw Ankhamun.

They were in Ankha's small zoo, behind the palace.

"Less ration what?"

"From Estheria?" Fatih replied. Ankhamun looked at him very, very curtly.

"Joseph..!" call him.

Then not long after that a male lion was seen running towards them. Fatih took a few steps back, he looked at Ankhamun with a worried face.

"Dammit, you can't be joked around anymore." Ankhamun chuckled. Joseph came and immediately hugged him, Fatih gawked at that.

"I thought he was wild."

"Have you ever seen a wild lion wearing jewellery?"

Fatih answered. "Makes sense." he became more relaxed after that.

They walked back to look at the animals, chatting casually.

"How does it feel to be married?" asked Fatih.

"How does it feel to have s*x you mean?"

Fatih laughs, "You're so direct."

"Yeah, like that. Lots of colors and flavours." Ankha whispered.

"You make it sound interesting."

"Hard to explain."

they stopped in front of an artificial habitat for crocodiles. Yah, the contents of the small zoo are all predatory animals.

Fatih suddenly asked. "Are you happy?"

Ankhamun turned his head, he looked at him with knitted brows.

"Don't tell me you came here to give an invitation? With whom?" Ankha turned enthusiastic after that thought crossed his head.

"Nonsense. I came here to meet someone, but when I'm sure, I'll let you know."

"You old virgin. You finally fell in love too, I thought you were a deviant because you've never been interested in women." Ankha taps Fatih's shoulder twice.

"Damn it! I'm only about to turn 28."

"A man your age should already have a lot of children." Ankhamun teasing him

"Wanna bet? Who will have more children?" Fatih smiles defiantly

"You i***t, what kind of race is that."

"Hemm... Luckily baba never set me up with anyone."

Fatih looked at the gaping crocodile, he was curious why the crocodile opened its mouth wide even though its eyes were closed.

"You're lucky enough. But really, getting married isn't that terrible. I still don't love Estheria, but I'm starting to learn to accept her presence."

Ankhamun was lost in thought, behind him Joseph had been following him ever since.

"Love doesn't come that easy, does it?"

Ankhamun was still silent, because he didn't know what to say.

"Baba once said, there will be many tests that come to people who are building love. If you are matched with her, then you will be able to get through it. But if not, it's better to just let go, rather than continue to be hurt."

Fatih remembered something, but he forgot what it was. But he felt pain after saying it, but why the pain? Why did he feel like he had forgotten something?

"That sounds very sad." Ankhamun was imagining something.

"Yeah... He got teary eyed when he said that."